The True Word Brush, three feet in length, its bristles snow-white, its shaft made of bronze, was engraved with inscriptions.
Chu Hao gripped the True Word Brush, swirling it through the air with a divine grace.
He intoned, "Approach! Seal the heavens, seal the earth, seal the supreme, the Sealing Curse."
"Approach" was written with the flourish of a dragon and the grace of a phoenix. Right after, a forbidden curse the size of a millstone materialized before him, like a three-meter-diameter grinding wheel. This forbidden curse began extending in all directions like a spider's web, sealing everything in the vicinity.
It was a titanic curse net, capturing the Void. Countless Ghost Flame Butterflies were trapped within, with no chance of escape. Chu Hao asked coldly, "Have you ever experienced despair?"
The Ghost Flame Butterfly, which Dong Qi had transformed into, continually crashed into the forbidden curse but couldn't break free. He was shaken, his mind in total disarray.
